Текст песни Naughty By Nature - Strike A Nerve
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Intro: Vin Rock(Strike a nerve)Yo bitch, it was some bitch in a seminartalkin bout you had to get up early to wax this(Strike a nerve)Them other motherfuckers said you couldn`t even wax that dirty bitchSo wassup y`all?(Strike a nerve)Verse 1: TreachI get my daily dose of cha-cha-cha and "Shut the fuck up, ho"Shit, shaved, and bathed e`ryday then I must goUgh, this is Everyday All Day, let`s all sayPluckin enough and roughin em up and fuckin em up alwaysBet, let`s talk about a back flash, ya jackassThat fast you flash witta match, your fast rapAnd even though you didn`t know me before the flow soloIt`s no slow way to go, bolos I throw or soldLet`s pick a bitch to pick with, peekabooI see you thru your crew, now whatchu wanna do?After that, caps off to the black frostMy pants always sag cos I rap my ass off (Oooooh)You wanna talk about a badboy *?sanchoi?*I`m bad as they come, chum, straight up ricochet rap styleTo Vin Rock and KayGee, I`m the babyDroppin the ladies, cravin ya maybe, I have the right to be lazyGot more stretch to my swing and the stretch of a chicken wingThe flavor is bacon and its cravin is icecreamI`m too trucked to be fucked and too live, otherwiseYa drive by`s smuffler, word to the mother, my brother eyedRunnin and comin, drama starin wit a stellarI need so many lumps, I`ll use your head as a braille bookMany friends ships ink, quick, fastIt`ll take a dollar worth of gas to outlast your little tired assYou tried to swing this way, you little swifty(Ha ha ha, slum bitches still miss me)I do the dumpin, humpin, clappin like thunderand that`s comin from a land down underInterlude:Yo, I`m sick of dis shit, manNiggas tryin to cut, they rocks none (Strike a nerve)Yo, they tryin to make us drop, Vin Rock sayin he don`t rock enoughYo kick that shitVerse 2: Vin RockPrepare for the worst, cos I ain`t livin lossI wouldn`t just give a fuck, cos givin is free and my fuck`s cost????? your loss in The Source, cos I know no wayI been there before, maybe 5-6 times a daySometimes I put my hands on my head when I`m done, fromand wondered to myself where did dat def shit come from?And then I think about the Naughty and the Nature in itand then the Flavor then the figures while I`m flowin wit itSo I won`t give up, stop, stall, quit, ya kittenYou can`t touch this, fuck what them throats writtenI got tracks, better known as snaps, far forbiddenAnd the warm do, I know, I know how to make ya feel itI`ll take a head, I`ll make ya spread and now lay backI tell you once, I tell you twice, Vinnie don`t play that (You don`t?)So don`t start, there will be none is the lesson, folksI hate cigarettes but my Smith & Wessun smokes>From anywhere, from any corner, anytime that`s rightWho you bashin? I go blast in broad daylightYou stand hard, you look hard, yeah, your figure`s softI got nuff props from buckshots that niggas caughtYa say you can`t go to the takin me out closeHuh, in that case, you shoulda named your album "Almost"I wouldn`t rely on the try if I was you, yoCos I`m turnin tries into "oh oh`s" and "hell no`s"I wouldn`t be caught dead witchu up in tryin itAnd if I was goin, I get my stiff ass up and rip shitI can`t go out like a wooden sock with padlocksI`ll leave tacks tiny and slimy like snot spotsI write a day, to me, it`s a common caperSay so much shit, huh, I write my rhymes on toilet paperInterlude:Yeah, Vin Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y`knowI`msayin?(Strike a nerve)That`s right, so everybody sleepin on the up, stay off of my dick(Strike a nerve)We`re gonna stomp this time around, word up(Strike a nerve)Verse 3: Treach, Vin RockLook who`s mother`s in the studio, thirty sons and daughtersMrs. Happy Thing is in the back catchin quartersCome and try to run wit it, never in a lifetimeThirty ????? could act at Caesar`s, still I bet I get mineI heard your girl`s havin a baby, now will what she have?A bag of dope, a bottle, or crack, or a sess bagThere ain`t a part of me with `sorry` written on it, slickYou couldn`t rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin prickThe way I rock could shit, you just often like itMy style`s so fat I had to throw it on a water dietBullshit ya not, I ain`t the type to be fuckin withWreckin with, and if I mic attest it, I`ll be neckin itOnslaught at an encore, you stinkin ratYou`re so dumb you tried to buy a fuckin thinkin capNow that tells us in a sec right where your head is atIn between some bitch`s legs, lookin ass and lapMy name is Treach, remember this and don`t you ever `fessThat`s a shame, I get two minutes just to say "Next!"Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each otherI treat you both like any other motherfuckin runnerThis is the Flavor, tasty although sugar-freeSo have a Coke, have a smile and have a booger, G(Why?) Cos you don`t mean shit to meI`ma take you ????? where good shit`s meant to beI rock a rhyme that`ll be a straight up def trackDroppin more shit than white castles and neck slacksA studio to me is just a chance to rock, GI rock and rock, god damn, call me VinRocky (ha ha)It`s just what the fuck I`m talkin boutI say one thing and your whole crew`s walkin outSo do the lyric here, this is one lyric lessIf I were you, I`d take and throw em on his fuckin neckSomething that flow should come straight from the horse`s mouthMr. Ed`s dead so his ass is the best way outShit man for hire, this hitman is the lawI run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley carPrepare for the win-te, oh yeahI could write your fuckin album and you`ll soon be the last one thereI start to heat up and rip shit in one, seeYou couldn`t get it hard if the eyes were on Broad StreetSo don`t you ever never tell me I`m not good enoughI got more stuff than a teddy bear, from ass to gutThis is a solid you could never outlastIf bullshit was worth a dime, you`d have a job in a cow`s ass